" He sounds like an interesting man. I look forward to meeting him," and I meant it when I said it, though I sounded a lot more confident about that t...han I was."Oh, he's looking forward to meeting you too!" she laughed. I said nothing, trying to gulp silently. "So, what are you doing?" Shopping for tennis and golf gear." Ah, so I need to pack my golf clubs and tennis racquet?" Indeed you do, and your swimsuit and some nice dresses for nice dinners in nice restaurants.":Nice dresses or fancy. She doesn't do what she does either for a living or as a vocation. Nor does she apparently relish what she does ... that much." No, she doesn't," agreed Ana, who even through the haze of the alcohol noticed Bezaffa's uncertain lingering on the last few words."She's in the Brothel because she's a criminal. She's broken the law, and as a criminal she has been sentenced for it. Doesn't that distress you?"What was Bezaffa trying to ascertain? "Why should it distress me?"Ana's hostess stood up. She sat down on the windowsill and gently patted Corina’s shoulder. “Go to sleep, Corina. I will watch for signs of trouble.” The old woman, who had been as a mother to her, wrinkled her nose and shook her head. “You need sleep just as much as I do, Piccola. Cease this foolishness and come to bed.” Bed? Alina cast a glance at the small cot that the two of them shared. It was nearly falling apart, riddled with shards of wood that threatened splinters at every angle. She couldn’t help but to. The plan to swap the pieces was in motion. The next day came and I showed up at the research office. I was called into the room and there was a nurse and a guy in a suit standing there. ‘Ok here is the deal,’ the nurse explains. ‘You are going to chew this and then Mr. Gray is going to chew it afterwards, we will wait and see if you can take over his brain’. She hands me the gum. I stand up and knock over the table with a pitcher of water in it and it goes all over the place. They jump out of.